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Part Five - Love

There was something in the air. Ganondorf played with his crown in his hands, the jewels of which were sparkling in the moonlight. Link was sixteen in a couple of days, his time was running out. Ganondorf had reached his emotional tether; each time the evil within his name took him, he was ignorant to the fact that he could very well kill his brother and he could never live with himself if he did. He could see Link sitting with Fay on a nearby roof, both marvelling at the moon. Fay was leaning on his arm, he could tell that she was sleepy; but Link sat there continuing to watch it, with his arm around her to make sure she didn’t fall.

Link was a fine young man and the best brother Ganondorf could have hoped for, he had kept his power at bay as long as possible, but no amount of potions or swordplay would solve the fact that the Goddesses had chosen them. For Link’s safety, he would challenge him to a sword fight.

One last time.

He came downstairs and walked through the cold town till he reached the house where Link and Fay were sitting.

“Link?” Ganondorf spoke, just loud enough for him to hear.

Link turned in his place; he saw he had a sword equipped. “Yes?”

“I would like to duel with you.” Ganondorf sighed, trying to keep the sadness out of his voice

Link picked Fay up and jumped down from the roof, landing softly on the floor. “I’ll put Fay to bed first.”

“Of course. I’ll see you in the archery field.” Ganondorf replied, almost shocked by the sincerity of his brothers broken voice. Ever since it broke it became much lower and
duller; but it showed how much the outcast had changed.

Ganondorf made his way to the silent archery field and struck up a flint to light the torches in a small makeshift ring where swordplay could take place. Link joined him a few moments later, sword in hand and bow over his shoulder.

“You remember what I taught you?” Ganondorf asked letting him pass. Link gave him a cheeky smile

“I do. But some of your techniques could use some perfecting.” he replied standing in the centre of the ring.

Ganondorf drew his sword and held it aloft, Link touched blades with him. Both of them bowed low to each other; bringing one hand behind their backs for a few seconds.

Ganondorf made the first strike, a long horizontal sweeping motion but Link ducked down and stabbed forward; catching Ganondorf’s chain mail under his shirt; Ganondorf seized the hilt of Link’s blade, pressing weight down on Link’s hand, yet again, Link moved to avoid the downward strike; giving Ganondorf a good kick in the back.

“You make a good point.” Ganondorf shrugged as Link let go of his sword and drew his now orange wood bow with long sharp arrows.

“Speaking of points.” Link giggled slipping an arrow in his teeth and another in his bow; Ganondorf barely had time to avoid them hitting his feet and chest. Link drew another arrow and came around to the side as Ganondorf deflected the one aimed at his chest with the brunt of his sword.

“AH!” Ganondorf screamed as an arrow scored his arm, drawing a few drops of blood. Link pocketed his bow and ran over for his sword, picking it up in a roll so he did not have to slow down, Ganondorf caught his arm and pulled him down; clashing his sword with Link’s raised.

Link’s wrist cracked “OW!” he screeched throwing sand up into Ganondorf’s face, making him yelp and release him. In his blindness, he sliced the back of Link’s thigh. Link shrieked and clutched it in his hands, though the cut was not deep, it was painful and bloody

“Get up, Link.” Ganondorf barked rubbing his eyes

Link winced and put weight on his leg, immediately sinking back down. Ganondorf took a step closer, his blade gleaming off the moon

“I can’t.” Link seethed, his voice shaking

“You must get up.” Ganondorf ordered taking another step, a small cloud of dust forming at his feet “Fight back!”

“Ganon-” Link protested

“Get up! Get up!” Ganondorf shouted pointing his blade inches away from Link’s neck. He could see Link’s terrified and pain filled face stare at him. Link’s hands patted the sand around him searching for his sword. He secured his hand around the hilt and met Ganondorf’s. He pushed back, his leg creating a little pool around him as he strained to get back on his booted feet

Ganondorf did not ease; pushing as much force as he dared onto his brother, yet to his relief, Link started to shuffle around and push back; the pain on his face started to change; turning into a force Ganondorf was uncommon with. Courage.

The swords were locked for a long time and both men were sweating yet could see their breath on the air. Link gave Ganondorf one final shove with a roar and kicked him down. He pointed his sword at his neck

“Enough.” he muttered sheathing his sword panting.

Ganondorf nodded, Link was looking a little pale. “Let’s get that leg patched up.”

Ganondorf had seen enough proof. But Link would not fight him like that again, he knew that much, he didn’t want to put his brother in any harm, but the evil inside him was getting harder to control and Link needed to be with the pure breed Hylians. He needed to be away from the scorching deserts. He needed to be away from him. Problem was, Link wouldn’t go willingly; he was a member of the Gerudo as he was, he watched over Fay, he listened to his problems and woes; braved almighty storms for water for them; helped clear sand afterwards. How on earth could he get him away from here?

There was only one solution.

Ganondorf spent the next few days shut in his room, his skills in magic and alchemy were still in their reluctant minimums but it was enough. He knew Link was smart, if he just randomly offered something charmed and drugged, Link would assume something was up; he never let anyone, not even him; touch his water bottle, the women had put herbs in there before that had made him very sick when he was young. He remembered how worried he got over the fear of losing his little brother.

The safest option would be to make an arrow for him and hide it among his quiver.
Ganondorf opened his door a crack, knowing Link would be out, he walked straight into Link’s room and went through his quiver that lay against the wall next to his bed, carefully picking two arrows and pocketing them along with a third to make sure they looked the same when he was done.

A pair of eyes watched him from behind. Fay was in her cot thoughtfully chewing on her blankets.

“You saw nothing.” he whispered, the girl gave him such a smile that he flinched before opening her mouth to scream. “Don’t cry! Please!”

Link’s footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs; Ganondorf thought quickly and picked up his screaming sister

“Ganondorf?” Link spoke, his leg wrapped in bandages

“Oh, um…I didn’t want you to brave the stairs and I heard Fay scream.” Ganondorf thought quickly

Link rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips “Well, I’m here now. Can I have her please?”

Ganondorf handed her over, he could hear the pain in his voice, though his arm and elbow hurt from the arrow scaring it, it was nothing compared to what Link had. He often saw him sitting down or leaning off his leg when he worked; Link went through the pain and hardly complained. Admirable.

Fay hugged Link’s shoulder; a few tears dropping down her chin as she was teething, she was already in a mood.

Ganondorf slipped past Link and went back into his room, barricading the door and began to work on charming the arrows. His shadow lengthened up the walls as he created a small ball of yellow light between his fingertips; the arrows he lay out both raised from their places. Allowing themselves to be engulfed by the light he created.

When the light left his fingers the arrows dropped with a clatter on the floor. The arrow tips stained red, the colour of blood and the flight was black as night. Ganondorf scrunched up his eyes for a moment and picked them up, Link’s arrowheads were made out of grey stone and the feathers of cucco; he would see the difference. Yet it was easily sorted with the potion he had spent creating over the past few days. A few drops was all that was needed to transform the arrow back to its natural looking state; but how to get him to touch the feathers?

Ganondorf went back to replace the arrows in the quiver but Link must have taken it with him when he took Fay out of his eyesight. How on earth could he replace them in his quiver?! If he tried to shoot Link with one of these he could hit one of his vitals. He didn’t want to do that. Link would need to do this to himself to be in the best comfort.

He would have to meet him in the archery field.

Ganondorf pocketed the arrows and went into his room to collect a black wooden bow and his own hazel coloured quiver, being careful to keep his arrows and the drugged ones separate.

Link was already at the archery field, his stance was a little weak with his leg, but he was still getting centres with majority of his arrows. All the targets were lined up in the way that they usually were; Link had developed the habit to shoot while riding on horseback to make it harder; but he remained still.

“I thought you’d be here.” Ganondorf spoke, quietly so not to frighten him. Link shot the arrow in his bow and lowered it with a groan; that was the fourth time he had sliced through an already imbedded arrow today.

“Where else would I be?” Link asked shrugging, putting more weight on his injured leg.

“Don’t you think you should take a break with having an injury like that?” Ganondorf mumbled notching an arrow into his bow and shooting it off into the target next to him.

Link turned away and shot another “Nah. I don’t need it.” he said smiling. Fay gurgled in her little roller under a large sunhat. Link faced her for just long enough for Ganondorf to mix the drugged arrows in Link’s quiver. Link snatched his hand “What are you doing?”

“I need to borrow an arrow. I need to test my bow sight.” Ganondorf sighed, lying through his teeth

“Why mine?” Link questioned

“Because your arrows are always on place. I want to know if I have to fix my bow or my arrows.”

Link smiled and offered him some, pulling three normal ones. Ganondorf took them and shot them off centre so that they missed or just hit the target. Link leaned on his bow

“It would help if you shot straight.” Link chuckled “Is something on your mind?”

“No, not really. I’m out of practice I guess.” Ganondorf sighed selecting three more arrows. Link watched them hit the target

“I think it’s your arrows that need work. Pass your bow.” Link offered holding a hand out for it.

Link drew the string back on it a few times, he had never really shot with Ganondorf’s bow before but it was a strong one made of the same material his was, just slightly bigger and painted. He selected an arrow and pulled the string back. The feathered flight catching his scarred cheek. Ganondorf lowered his head as it was a perfect centre…and the arrow he had chosen was a drugged one.

“Seems alright.” Link shrugged handing the bow back.

“You okay? You look a little pale.” Ganondorf mumbled, Link had touched the feathers. All
the colour faded out of his cheeks and his head began to nod.

“Yeah, I just feel…tired all of a sudden.” Link whispered leaning on his bow for support.

Ganondorf sighed and came closer to his brother, putting a hand on his shoulder. Link’s legs buckled “Link?!” Ganondorf squeaked, he hadn’t thought it would happen so fast. Link didn’t respond; his arms lowered leaving Ganondorf to support his whole weight. “Link...I’m sorry.”

The drug on the arrow tip and feathers made Link do nothing more than sleep. It was the magic of the arrow that would do more. If Link had been awake for it, he would have suffered with more than Ganondorf would be happy with. Ganondorf equipped Link’s mare with everything he could need, food and water the last him a week, healing potions, all labelled for different ailments from poison to pain, clothes and extra clothes, ammunition for his bow as well as some oil to care for it; finally he gave him a tent and some treats for his mare. It was the best he could do. He wrapped Link up in a pattern-less cape and pulled the hood up from his closed eyes. He tied his feet to the saddle in case he lost his balance and fed the mare with a few carrots.

“You need to look after him. My spell will make him innocent.” he spoke to the mare as she chewed thoughtfully “Just don’t bring him back here. This…is no longer his home.”

Ganondorf looked over the mare’s shoulder to the sleeping young man on her back. He held back the tears and squeezed Link’s hand. “Good luck, brother.” Ganondorf whispered a tear landing on the golden triangles. He pulled up his sleeves and unhooked some light green gauntlets from around his wrists. He hoped Link wouldn’t remember who they belonged to and come racing home.

Ganondorf slapped the mare’s backside so that she ran off in the direction of Hyrule and sunk to his knees.

“I’ll miss you.”

Description
Part Five - Love

There was something in the air. Ganondorf played with his crown in his hands, the jewels of which were sparkling in the moonlight. Link was sixteen in a couple of days, his time was running out. Ganondorf had reached his emotional tether; each time the evil within his name took him, he was ignorant to the fact that he could very well kill his brother and he could never live with himself if he did. He could see Link sitting with Fay on a nearby roof, both marvelling at the moon. Fay was leaning on his arm, he could tell that she was sleepy; but Link sat there continuing to watch it, with his arm around her to make sure she didn’t fall.

Link was a fine young man and the best brother Ganondorf could have hoped for, he had kept his power at bay as long as possible, but no amount of potions or swordplay would solve the fact that the Goddesses had chosen them. For Link’s safety, he would challenge him to a sword fight.

One last time.

He came downstairs and walked through the cold town till he reached the house where Link and Fay were sitting.

“Link?” Ganondorf spoke, just loud enough for him to hear.

Link turned in his place; he saw he had a sword equipped. “Yes?”

“I would like to duel with you.” Ganondorf sighed, trying to keep the sadness out of his voice

Link picked Fay up and jumped down from the roof, landing softly on the floor. “I’ll put Fay to bed first.”

“Of course. I’ll see you in the archery field.” Ganondorf replied, almost shocked by the sincerity of his brothers broken voice. Ever since it broke it became much lower and
duller; but it showed how much the outcast had changed.

Ganondorf made his way to the silent archery field and struck up a flint to light the torches in a small makeshift ring where swordplay could take place. Link joined him a few moments later, sword in hand and bow over his shoulder.

“You remember what I taught you?” Ganondorf asked letting him pass. Link gave him a cheeky smile

“I do. But some of your techniques could use some perfecting.” he replied standing in the centre of the ring.

Ganondorf drew his sword and held it aloft, Link touched blades with him. Both of them bowed low to each other; bringing one hand behind their backs for a few seconds.

Ganondorf made the first strike, a long horizontal sweeping motion but Link ducked down and stabbed forward; catching Ganondorf’s chain mail under his shirt; Ganondorf seized the hilt of Link’s blade, pressing weight down on Link’s hand, yet again, Link moved to avoid the downward strike; giving Ganondorf a good kick in the back.

“You make a good point.” Ganondorf shrugged as Link let go of his sword and drew his now orange wood bow with long sharp arrows.

“Speaking of points.” Link giggled slipping an arrow in his teeth and another in his bow; Ganondorf barely had time to avoid them hitting his feet and chest. Link drew another arrow and came around to the side as Ganondorf deflected the one aimed at his chest with the brunt of his sword.

“AH!” Ganondorf screamed as an arrow scored his arm, drawing a few drops of blood. Link pocketed his bow and ran over for his sword, picking it up in a roll so he did not have to slow down, Ganondorf caught his arm and pulled him down; clashing his sword with Link’s raised.

Link’s wrist cracked “OW!” he screeched throwing sand up into Ganondorf’s face, making him yelp and release him. In his blindness, he sliced the back of Link’s thigh. Link shrieked and clutched it in his hands, though the cut was not deep, it was painful and bloody

“Get up, Link.” Ganondorf barked rubbing his eyes

Link winced and put weight on his leg, immediately sinking back down. Ganondorf took a step closer, his blade gleaming off the moon

“I can’t.” Link seethed, his voice shaking

“You must get up.” Ganondorf ordered taking another step, a small cloud of dust forming at his feet “Fight back!”

“Ganon-” Link protested

“Get up! Get up!” Ganondorf shouted pointing his blade inches away from Link’s neck. He could see Link’s terrified and pain filled face stare at him. Link’s hands patted the sand around him searching for his sword. He secured his hand around the hilt and met Ganondorf’s. He pushed back, his leg creating a little pool around him as he strained to get back on his booted feet

Ganondorf did not ease; pushing as much force as he dared onto his brother, yet to his relief, Link started to shuffle around and push back; the pain on his face started to change; turning into a force Ganondorf was uncommon with. Courage.

The swords were locked for a long time and both men were sweating yet could see their breath on the air. Link gave Ganondorf one final shove with a roar and kicked him down. He pointed his sword at his neck

“Enough.” he muttered sheathing his sword panting.

Ganondorf nodded, Link was looking a little pale. “Let’s get that leg patched up.”

Ganondorf had seen enough proof. But Link would not fight him like that again, he knew that much, he didn’t want to put his brother in any harm, but the evil inside him was getting harder to control and Link needed to be with the pure breed Hylians. He needed to be away from the scorching deserts. He needed to be away from him. Problem was, Link wouldn’t go willingly; he was a member of the Gerudo as he was, he watched over Fay, he listened to his problems and woes; braved almighty storms for water for them; helped clear sand afterwards. How on earth could he get him away from here?

There was only one solution.

Ganondorf spent the next few days shut in his room, his skills in magic and alchemy were still in their reluctant minimums but it was enough. He knew Link was smart, if he just randomly offered something charmed and drugged, Link would assume something was up; he never let anyone, not even him; touch his water bottle, the women had put herbs in there before that had made him very sick when he was young. He remembered how worried he got over the fear of losing his little brother.

The safest option would be to make an arrow for him and hide it among his quiver.
Ganondorf opened his door a crack, knowing Link would be out, he walked straight into Link’s room and went through his quiver that lay against the wall next to his bed, carefully picking two arrows and pocketing them along with a third to make sure they looked the same when he was done.

A pair of eyes watched him from behind. Fay was in her cot thoughtfully chewing on her blankets.

“You saw nothing.” he whispered, the girl gave him such a smile that he flinched before opening her mouth to scream. “Don’t cry! Please!”

Link’s footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs; Ganondorf thought quickly and picked up his screaming sister

“Ganondorf?” Link spoke, his leg wrapped in bandages

“Oh, um…I didn’t want you to brave the stairs and I heard Fay scream.” Ganondorf thought quickly

Link rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips “Well, I’m here now. Can I have her please?”

Ganondorf handed her over, he could hear the pain in his voice, though his arm and elbow hurt from the arrow scaring it, it was nothing compared to what Link had. He often saw him sitting down or leaning off his leg when he worked; Link went through the pain and hardly complained. Admirable.

Fay hugged Link’s shoulder; a few tears dropping down her chin as she was teething, she was already in a mood.

Ganondorf slipped past Link and went back into his room, barricading the door and began to work on charming the arrows. His shadow lengthened up the walls as he created a small ball of yellow light between his fingertips; the arrows he lay out both raised from their places. Allowing themselves to be engulfed by the light he created.

When the light left his fingers the arrows dropped with a clatter on the floor. The arrow tips stained red, the colour of blood and the flight was black as night. Ganondorf scrunched up his eyes for a moment and picked them up, Link’s arrowheads were made out of grey stone and the feathers of cucco; he would see the difference. Yet it was easily sorted with the potion he had spent creating over the past few days. A few drops was all that was needed to transform the arrow back to its natural looking state; but how to get him to touch the feathers?

Ganondorf went back to replace the arrows in the quiver but Link must have taken it with him when he took Fay out of his eyesight. How on earth could he replace them in his quiver?! If he tried to shoot Link with one of these he could hit one of his vitals. He didn’t want to do that. Link would need to do this to himself to be in the best comfort.

He would have to meet him in the archery field.

Ganondorf pocketed the arrows and went into his room to collect a black wooden bow and his own hazel coloured quiver, being careful to keep his arrows and the drugged ones separate.

Link was already at the archery field, his stance was a little weak with his leg, but he was still getting centres with majority of his arrows. All the targets were lined up in the way that they usually were; Link had developed the habit to shoot while riding on horseback to make it harder; but he remained still.

“I thought you’d be here.” Ganondorf spoke, quietly so not to frighten him. Link shot the arrow in his bow and lowered it with a groan; that was the fourth time he had sliced through an already imbedded arrow today.

“Where else would I be?” Link asked shrugging, putting more weight on his injured leg.

“Don’t you think you should take a break with having an injury like that?” Ganondorf mumbled notching an arrow into his bow and shooting it off into the target next to him.

Link turned away and shot another “Nah. I don’t need it.” he said smiling. Fay gurgled in her little roller under a large sunhat. Link faced her for just long enough for Ganondorf to mix the drugged arrows in Link’s quiver. Link snatched his hand “What are you doing?”

“I need to borrow an arrow. I need to test my bow sight.” Ganondorf sighed, lying through his teeth

“Why mine?” Link questioned

“Because your arrows are always on place. I want to know if I have to fix my bow or my arrows.”

Link smiled and offered him some, pulling three normal ones. Ganondorf took them and shot them off centre so that they missed or just hit the target. Link leaned on his bow

“It would help if you shot straight.” Link chuckled “Is something on your mind?”

“No, not really. I’m out of practice I guess.” Ganondorf sighed selecting three more arrows. Link watched them hit the target

“I think it’s your arrows that need work. Pass your bow.” Link offered holding a hand out for it.

Link drew the string back on it a few times, he had never really shot with Ganondorf’s bow before but it was a strong one made of the same material his was, just slightly bigger and painted. He selected an arrow and pulled the string back. The feathered flight catching his scarred cheek. Ganondorf lowered his head as it was a perfect centre…and the arrow he had chosen was a drugged one.

“Seems alright.” Link shrugged handing the bow back.

“You okay? You look a little pale.” Ganondorf mumbled, Link had touched the feathers. All
the colour faded out of his cheeks and his head began to nod.

“Yeah, I just feel…tired all of a sudden.” Link whispered leaning on his bow for support.

Ganondorf sighed and came closer to his brother, putting a hand on his shoulder. Link’s legs buckled “Link?!” Ganondorf squeaked, he hadn’t thought it would happen so fast. Link didn’t respond; his arms lowered leaving Ganondorf to support his whole weight. “Link...I’m sorry.”

The drug on the arrow tip and feathers made Link do nothing more than sleep. It was the magic of the arrow that would do more. If Link had been awake for it, he would have suffered with more than Ganondorf would be happy with. Ganondorf equipped Link’s mare with everything he could need, food and water the last him a week, healing potions, all labelled for different ailments from poison to pain, clothes and extra clothes, ammunition for his bow as well as some oil to care for it; finally he gave him a tent and some treats for his mare. It was the best he could do. He wrapped Link up in a pattern-less cape and pulled the hood up from his closed eyes. He tied his feet to the saddle in case he lost his balance and fed the mare with a few carrots.

“You need to look after him. My spell will make him innocent.” he spoke to the mare as she chewed thoughtfully “Just don’t bring him back here. This…is no longer his home.”

Ganondorf looked over the mare’s shoulder to the sleeping young man on her back. He held back the tears and squeezed Link’s hand. “Good luck, brother.” Ganondorf whispered a tear landing on the golden triangles. He pulled up his sleeves and unhooked some light green gauntlets from around his wrists. He hoped Link wouldn’t remember who they belonged to and come racing home.

Ganondorf slapped the mare’s backside so that she ran off in the direction of Hyrule and sunk to his knees.

“I’ll miss you.”